A Poem a Sunday
Transfiguration of Our
Lord
February 7, 2016
A Poem a Sunday is created to give the preacher prompts - a word, a line, a phrase - to incite one's imagination and give another angle on the appointed Gospel from the Revised Common Lectionary. Blessings on your preaching.
St. Luke 9:28-43 - New Revised Standard Version (NRSV)
The Transfiguration
28 Now about eight days after these sayings Jesus[a] took
with him Peter and John and James, and went up on the mountain to pray. 29 And while
he was praying, the appearance of his face changed, and his clothes became
dazzling white. 30 Suddenly they saw two men,
Moses and Elijah, talking to him. 31 They
appeared in glory and were speaking of his departure, which he was about to
accomplish at Jerusalem. 32 Now Peter
and his companions were weighed down with sleep; but since they had stayed
awake,[b] they saw his glory and the two
men who stood with him. 33 Just as
they were leaving him, Peter said to Jesus, “Master, it is good for us to be
here; let us make three dwellings,[c] one
for you, one for Moses, and one for Elijah”—not knowing what he said. 34 While he
was saying this, a cloud came and overshadowed them; and they were terrified as
they entered the cloud. 35 Then from
the cloud came a voice that said, “This is my Son, my Chosen;[d] listen
to him!” 36 When the voice had spoken, Jesus was found
alone. And they kept silent and in those days told no one any of the things
they had seen.
A Poem a Sunday
February 7, 2016
Transfiguration of
Our Lord
St. Luke 9:28-42
Transfiguration
A
patch of sky,
an
exodus
a
pathway
through
the wilderness.
The
sky tells the truth
when
you are at a loss
so
climb the mountain.
Strange
and alien
though
it be
listen
to the voice very carefully
pointing
out your deep identity.
Blue
mystic mists
trickle
down so gently
to
ease your spirit
and
gain your trust.
Bathe
in the Spirit’s breeze
to
give you strength
and
heal your needs.
Bathe
in the light Divine
so
when it is dark
your
heart will shine.
We
all need a patch of sky
to
open us up
and
hear our cry
and
undaunted
we
will be transformed
to
enter the valley
arm
in arm.
A
patch of sky
an
exodus
a
pathway
through
the wilderness.
Copyright @A Poem a Sunday – February 2, 2016 – Kenn Storck
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